Long Pickup truck Poems
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Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Playing in the grass with no care
Making mud pies in the dirt
Skinny dipping in July no pants no shirt
Playing hide and seek football too
Finger painting pictures under sky blue
Racing the wind playing in the rain
Singing favorite songs pretending to have fame
Riding in the back of an old pickup truck
No seatbelt there on a dare so tough
Catching fireflies and huge June bugs
Sitting by camp fire drinking from a jug
Walking to church for Sunday school
Praying for sinners crazies and fools
Not yet finessed in politically correct
Calling it how you see it no regrets
Well, I had dust on my Texas boots
Long week, same long dirt road
Talkin' to my old Mustang
Like the sunlight could enlighten my goal
Sky cracked open over the hayfield
A UFO with green glow in my front windshield
Thought it was the radio talkin'
Till that UFO light dropped on me fast
Now I'm ridin' high in a UFO, my cowboy hat tipped far and low
Got my boots on the dash, see the beaches of Florida below
Left my worries behind, flyin' off into the galaxy, like a Milky Way
Pickup truck to Pluto, yeah; I finally broke through its hole
Out of the hometown, out, the same ol' joke into the stars
I'm ridin' high in a UFO, lovin' my sci-fi stardust flight!
Big flying saucer with a green trucker cap
Said, "Hop in; we're out to new heights!"
Hit a button; we were sky high, shining brightly
Earth's beaches lookin' like a tiny blue marble below
The Martians said, "You sing; we drive."
You talk; I glide through the skies.
So, I gave him my backroad insight
As he gave me that timeless high ride!
Now I'm ridin' in a UFO, a hat tipped low, sunbeams aglow!
Got my boots on the dash; see the big marble below
Let my worries drift away,
Dreaming of the Cosmos
Pick up truck to Pluto, yeah, I finally reached the moon
Away from the hometown, out, the same ol' routine
I'm ridin' high in a UFO, gazing down on people below
From a two-lane, slow lane
To a moon-rock fast lane
Still the same boy, just a whole new view
Got a cowboy cap, looking down from paradise
In a zero-gravity lane
Still country, just cleaner in blue skies, crossing galaxies
Yeah, I'm ridin' through the Cosmos
In a UFO, in a flying saucer
Got my boots on the dash; seeing the world below
Left my worries in the Asteroids, dancing on stars
Pick up truck to Plute, yeah, I finally broke through
Out of the hometown; out, the same problems
I'm ridin' free in a UFO,
Escaped the rat-race
Ridin' in a colorful UFO, and I'm not goin' home, nah, exploring science's mysteries with my sci-fi lovin' heart!
Two guys at the corner of Fifth and Grant,
were looking pretty far down on their luck.
Because their beat-up old station wagon,
just got T-boned by a Ford pickup truck.
The light was green for that station wagon,
but that truck just slammed right into their car.
After they all got out and walked about,
looked like that truck driver came from the bar.
That station wagon was a mangled mess,
one guy had some blood oozing from his head.
I said to myself, it could have been worse,
thank Heaven nobody’s bad hurt, or dead.
The cop showed up a few minutes later,
asked them what the heck was going on here.
The truck driver said, Billy Bob old friend,
those boys there smell like they was drinking beer.
The cop hemmed and hawed then cleared his throat,
he said you know it looks perfectly clear.
I see what you’re saying is true, Judge Brown,
these boys will be locked up for fifty years.
So, they hauled those guys to the county jail,
told them that they don’t need any phone call.
Cause if they want to get out of this mess,
the best thing was to confess to it all.
The sheriff wrote it all out on paper,
said that it was going to be all right.
He told them, sign your name here on this line,
then you might be out by tomorrow night.
The next morning, they went to the courtroom,
their lawyer was the judge’s son-in-law.
Billy Bob showed the judge their confession,
the biggest case this county ever saw.
There was murder, rape, theft, and robbery,
with a whole lot of other crimes thrown in.
Every unsolved case the sheriff had faced,
was listed in the charges against them.
The judge slammed his gavel on the desktop,
said haul these boys off to the calaboose.
What say we go down and have a few rounds,
cause this one calls for a couple of brews.
Now ain’t that just the way life seems to go,
some days it don’t pay to get out of bed.
You’ll be cruising along, singing your song,
with the warm sun shining down on your head.
Then the day starts to turn cold and dreary,
though that is not what the weatherman said.
Some dirty bird flies by and drops his pie,
now your day has turned all nasty instead.
Zucchini in Hiding
David J Walker
What am I supposed to do
With this HUGE Zucchini
That hid under the HUGE leaves
Of its mother plant
For a month
Guarding it against a harvest
It is at last three feet long
And 10 inches around
I think I could use it to
Pound tent stakes into
The ground
I see there are recipes
For Huge Zucchini
Stuffed with Italian sausage
And mushrooms and cheese
That looks like it could feed
An Army
Or
I could hollow it out
To make a boat
Assuming it could float
Or
Grow another and
Carve both into those
Wooden Dutch boy shoes
Or
I could have left it alone
To grow on its own
Big enough to
Carve into a camper
Attaching wheels and an awning
Hooking it to the back of my
Pickup truck
Registering it as the only
Zucchini Camper in the country
Next year I swear
(as I always have)
To watch my garden with
More care
And keep checking by the
The hour
When the Zucchini’s start
To flower in the morning
By night it may be too late
And as fate will have it
I will discover another
Huge Zucchini in hiding
Marie
When I leave this place, remember me.
I never accomplished anything,
But I kept on writing my poetry.
I wrote it just for you and all for me…
Sitting in a bar, she drinks whiskey and gin.
I don’t drink myself, but she can do her thing.
As I watch her dance, I sit here and think,
She sure is beautiful; I am so glad she is my perfect, beauty Queen.
She has always been there since the days of no cash
And when I have nothing to say, she can always make me laugh.
My sweet Marie, my pretty thing;
My sweet Marie can always make my heart sing.
In my pickup truck, she picks me up.
We have got a show to see tonight, that we sure do love.
There’s a man on stage,
Talking about the olden days.
Marie gives me a hug and we reminisce.
Those memories, they still remain;
She can take me back to the beginning with just a single kiss.
We met in a bar in a rundown part of town;
We made some money and I own that bar now.
‘It’s a bad investment’; that’s what they all said,
But I smile at them all and say “You’re a long time dead.”
I’ve only got one life to live
And I have found Marie, my pretty thing;
So you can all worry about the money,
I’ve got all that I need…
My sweet Marie.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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There are places that I have got to go.
I’ve got my tunes cranked on the radio
Playing “Wild Thing” while the kids all sing along.
It may not be a “Magic Carpet Ride”
But it will comfortably seat eight inside.
Well, to heck with what the culture says, I am right where I belong…
I’m the epitome of the macho man!
Got my kids strapped into the mini-van.
All those soccer moms ain’t got a thing on me.
Got it in control. Going just as planned.
Me and my kids in the mini-van.
Gonna hit the park and then get some groceries.
Just a rebel on the open road, that’s me.
There are times we just want to explode.
Got a craving for that open road.
I guess rebellion’s in my bones and in my blood.
I got my “Good Vibrations” going on.
With the windows down it’s all “Fun, Fun, Fun”
And with the stroller and the diaper bag I just look like such a stud…
You can’t put the top down, but that’s all right by me.
I’m just glad to share the ride with my growing family.
I’ll never win a drag race but I don’t really mind.
It gets us where we’re going. We can leave our cares behind…
There are shallow fools that laugh and mock
But the kids all tell me, “Dad, you rock!”
As we carefully observe all the traffic rules.
It’s no motorbike, it’s no pickup truck.
Doesn’t make my ego run amok.
And we laugh at those who look down their nose for we know that we are cool…
Well, I got some news from the lovely wife.
Another little change in my “rebel” life.
Some might disagree, but I think it’s really neat.
So, I pack the kids up and strap them all in.
And we head on down the road again
To the retail store for the coming “one more”! We need a brand new baby seat…
I’m the epitome of the macho man!
Got my kids strapped into the mini-van.
All those soccer moms ain’t got a thing on me.
Got it in control. Going just as planned.
Me and my kids in the mini-van.
Gonna hit the park and then get some groceries.
Just a rebel on the open road, that’s me.
***bawdy
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once an Aussie had a Barry Crocker
when he got fined from an angry copper
he smoked up his holden ute
then said it was real beaut
because of this, the fine was made double
and his best mate was nicked named blue
cooked kangaroo and emu stew
gave none to hungry Scott
'cause he gulped down the whole lot
then spent the next day in the loo
his best shiela was from Melbourne
wore little since she was well born
she'd walk around in the buff
except for mittens an' gloves
till the day she fell on a thorn
she had a best friend called Mary
who had a whistling canary
it's tune stuck in Mary's head
from morning to night-time bed
and drove her to reach the sherry
they all knew a bogan from sydney
who was very tall and so skinny
one day while at bondi
meet a young blond called di
their first date was spent in his tinnie
di was a bushie and jillaroo
who squawked louder than a cockatoo
she would waddle like a duck
but he couldn't believe his luck
when she showed him her secret tattoo
one day while out for a ride
he asked her to be his bride
and when she said yes
they relieved his stress
till they both became cross-eyed
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Aussie slang interpretations:
Barry Crocker-shocker
copper-policeman
smoked up-skid
holden-popular australian make of car
ute-utility vehicle [a car & pickup truck combined]
beaut-beautiful
loo-toilet
shiela-girl/woman
buff-naked
bogan-uncouth person
tinnie-small aluminium boat
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Jan 26 is Australia Day-to all Aussies, happy Oz day
Nothing is more beautiful than the Tennessee Mountains in the fall.
Breathtakingly beautiful, a magical forest of golden, yellow and oranges.
Charming roadside stands, antique malls, and pumpkin farmers greet you.
Bibbed overalls are the norm, but no one holds your Nikes against you.
The friendliness of Tennessee will last in your memory banks all your life.
If your car breaks down, six people will stop, and no one will accept money.
If you need a ride, you can hop in the back of any pickup truck.
They will go out of their way to make sure you are safe, and taken care of.
A country breakfast at the diner consists of waffles, eggs, and ham.
However, if you want Big Mama’s Big Boy special you can get
Steak, eggs, bacon, grits, and three enormous pancakes.
Everything will be smothered in homemade country gravy.
People from the surrounding tables will comment on your license plates.
Hey New York! They will say, “You visitin’ relatives?”
I do not mean just one table, for you will be included by all the tables.
These folk know each other, now they want to know you.
They will give you great ideas about what to see in Nashville,
Which country artist is their favorite, which restaurants to frequent.
Dollywood? No problem. They are full of ideas about that too.
Welcome to Tennessee. We’ll keep the light on for yah!
It sits out in your driveway
a glittering metallic sculpture.
It costs more than your house,
you love it more than your spouse.
You can hardly drive it, it’s too high,
you can barely park it, it’s so wide.
Like an exotic compulsion, you need it,
though you can barely afford to feed it.
There’s a cockpit with winking tech,
offering a printer, wi-fi and refrigeration.
It can pull a house off its foundation.
Is there a tendentious ecological statement,
in this prestigious resource you need for work
is the fact that it’s tax deductible just a perk?
With this polished and pampered machine,
you get the rewards of effective parenting,
as it literally reflects the care that it’s given.
It’s a spaceship ready for expedition,
what else in creation is as elysian,
as your gigantic pickup truck.
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songs for this:
Dreamin’ by G. Love and Special Sauce
Driving by Everything but the Girl
Little Deuce Coupe by Andrew Gold
We lived in the heart of town through which ran a paved road and a railroad track. When a little boy, I had three brothers, eight sisters, and a dog named Jack. There were no child labor laws for us, so I was fitted with a cotton sack. Hard work and so little play, were enough to make a kid turn bad. Hot summer days and sweaty summer nights are what we often had. So void of bountiful breezes, many summers were so awesomely sad.
My brothers and I were often found riding with our dad in his pickup truck, and our heads blowing in the wind made us glad. So little freedom and justice were enough to drive us mad. Our days moved at snail's pace, and a better tomorrow always seemed to lag. We believed that the future was promising, but many of our days felt like nightmares, and many people lived deep inside of their nightmares and would drink away their cares.
When I was little, people would often speak of needles in a haystack. It's true that much of life is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I once knew people who, against all odds, found that unfindable needle. After finding that needle and sewing their way clear out of the hay fields, they kept right on sewing and working through the tall grassy cotton, corn, and bean fields. So often, the only choices we have are, in a sense, evil; but we cast the best of the evil ballots. I learned a little bit of this kind of determination from 'needle people' when I was a little boy. These are the heroes I once knew deep down in America's southern land when I was a little boy.
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